Doctor’s Revenge

Nora pov I finished my work for the day with my supervisor. Then, I changed my clothes because I had an appointment with a gynecologist. I heard he is the best gynecologist. Patients like to come for check-ups at his clinic. It was getting late when I reached the waiting room outside his office. I told the nurse about my appointment. She said they were closing for the day and I should come back tomorrow. I explained that I work at Royal General Hospital and finished my shift a bit late. She then agreed and told me to sit down and wait. I saw a woman in her early thirties, dressed like she was going to a party, not for a check-up. I said hello to her and sat in the seat next to her. Soon, a patient in a short red dress came out of the doctor’s office, smiling. She greeted the nurse, and they both smiled. The nurse called the next patient. She stood up, fixed her dress, and walked into the office. I was alone with the nurse in the waiting room, wondering why all the patients wore short dresses for a check-up. I heard a sound from inside the doctor’s check-up room, which scared me a lot. Suddenly, a louder moaning sound hit my ears, and I was shocked. Honestly, I couldn't move. I wanted to cancel this plan or put it off until another day. As I hesitated with these thoughts, time passed quickly. I couldn't believe that thirty minutes had gone by. Maybe my body was reacting to the sounds. I don’t know; I haven't experienced this kind of s****l interaction. The nurse called my name, pulling me from my thoughts. "Miss Nora?" she stared at me with a slightly angry, yet worried, look on her face. I was surprised and raised my hand, saying, "Yes, that's me." She chuckled, "I know, Miss Nora. You're the last person for the check-up. Please go inside." The nurse seemed nice, even though she was middle-aged. I wondered if the sound from the office was making her angry, or if it was because it was getting late. Then again, I told myself she might be used to the sound, and it was nothing new for her. "Miss Nora," the nurse called me again. "The doctor is waiting for you. Please come in." Her voice was firm, and her smile was fake. Then I realized it wasn't the sound; it was because I was the last one there, and I was making them wait. She opened the door to the check-up room for me. I went in, and she closed it as she went back to her desk. I flinched a little. The doctor was facing his desktop. "Please have a seat, Miss Nora," he said, without looking at me. His voice was attractive. He was tall, with wide shoulders. I could see the muscles under the sleeves of his coat. I didn't move an inch closer or say a single word. Instead, I turned to leave. I was wearing a blue shirt with white skinny jeans. My long black hair was braided. I know that gynecologists are doctors who specialize in women's reproductive health. But what I couldn't explain was why Dr. Alex had more patients than other gynecologists, even if he was a professional, as they said. With the disturbing sounds I heard earlier and the clothes the patients wore, I couldn't understand what made him so special. The doctor looked up in confusion as I turned the doorknob to leave. It had been a mistake to come. I should have prepared myself better. My thoughts were cut off as his husky voice made me freeze. "Miss Nora, where are you going?" he asked. I slowly turned to face him. "At the very least," I told myself, "I should see the face of the man most liked by patients." Once I looked at him, my tongue got tied in a knot. I couldn't say a single word. He looked so attractive. His beauty was stunning. His wide green eyes and black hair, parted to one side, made me feel dizzy. He had thick eyelashes. His tan skin was a color that would make any girl or woman fall at his feet and do whatever he asked. "What am I thinking?" I wondered. "He's the enemy! Don't fall for him. You're here to get revenge and make him beg for mercy." I was looking at him, but he was also looking at me. He was staring at me with eyes full of s****l desire mixed with unreadable confusion. "Miss Nora," he said, "please have a seat." He spoke slowly, like a whisper or a gentle bird's song. I shook my head with a smile and said, "No. I think I'll come another day." In my mind, I knew I wasn't ready yet because seeing him was already confusing me. He crossed his arms over his chest and stepped closer to me. My hand was still on the doorknob. "Why?" he asked, raising his eyebrows in curiosity. I stayed quiet, my mind blank on what to tell him. He stepped closer, leaving only a few inches between us. He widened his eyes. "You still haven't answered me," he said, "why are you leaving?" "I can't do this. Thanks for your time, I'm sorry I wasted it," I shrugged. I turned to leave, but I felt his grip around my wrist, stopping me. The touch made me tremble. He looked at me and said, "Please, come in." My heartbeat sped up in an unsteady way. My body felt cold on the outside, but inside, it was hot, like hellfire burning what was left of my heart. Something was controlling me, and I was losing the ability to guide my own body. I pulled my hand away from his grip and walked confidently to the chair. I sat down and said, "Please be gentle. I'm a virgin."